It was a wonderful, cold, clear morning down at the track.
I decided to stretch my legs and walk some before running today.
When I saw how far my shadow stretched, the picture was too good to pass up.
I also created a few takes for my first Passionate Runner podcast. Alas in the cold, my fingers did not make a good connection when I plugged in the microphone so I ended up with three recordings of silence. It was quiet this morning but not that quiet. There will be a next time.
For as many folks as there are in Franklin, the track also tells a sad tale. Notice the foot marks to the left of my shadow? Those are the footsteps of only a couple of people walking several laps around the track. Where is everybody?
